There's no water on the land
When we hide up in the hills
Sung to sleep by the sirens
Waking up with the chills
If you're climbing up the ladder
You're gonna take a nasty spill
Drinking coffee in the evenings
So I stay up all night
Time's a relative construction
I'll never get it right
If there's anybody in here
Unfamiliar with the plight
I hope, I hope, I hope
I hope that we don't lose the flame
We've all got our own little hurricane
It gathers up speed inside our brain
It smashes the window
Brings in pain
Sandy, Sandy, Sandy, Sandy
If I was a cloud
I wouldn't have to wait for the train
If I was a cloud
I wouldn't have to wait for the train
And I might cause a little less rain
Yeah, I might cause a little less rain
Cuz half the island's like a ghost town
Half the island's like a ghost town
Half the island's like a ghost town
Half the island's like a ghost town
Half the island's like a ghost town
Half the island's like a ghost town
Half the island's like a ghost town
Half the island's like a ghost town
I hope that we don't lose the flame
We've all got our own little hurricane
It gathers up speed inside our brain
It smashes the window
Brings in pain
Sandy, Sandy, Sandy, Sandy